It takes one by surprise, the desperate ache of nostalgia. That bittersweet longing of an impossible innocence. Eyes glazed, memories fly past slow enough to grieve, but too fleeting to grasp.
A flash here, a moment there, the past blends together with age. The details are hazy, yet the feelings have only grown: happiness, sadness, curiosity and anger.
A million moments of life boiled down to a few minutes of living. It is indescribable, yet still we try, thirsting for an escape from an overpowering sorrow.
No one can relate to the agony quite like ourselves. It is a perception of loss, and the suffering it causes is unlike anything else.
Although nothing shall ever quench the thirst for lost time, I try to lay my anguish to rest.